Her say… His say…

The Sunday Mail (Queensland) - Stellar - - contents - RORY GIB­SON

with Frances Whit­ing and Rory Gib­son.

All my chil­dren are boys. That means that when we all lived to­gether the house was a bit messy and the fridge was al­most al­ways empty of solids, but mostly it was a place of pre­dictabil­ity and calm. Com­mu­ni­ca­tion was through grunts on their part and bribes on mine, and we all got along rea­son­ably well as long as no-one des­e­crated my bed or sat in my favourite bean­bag to watch TV. Or crashed the car – that caused a bit of ten­sion. I used to won­der what it would be like to have a baby girl. They look so cute and ador­ing of their dads. But I’ve heard sto­ries from other par­ents af­flicted with daugh­ters that they can be a hand­ful. Surely they ex­ag­ger­ated, I thought. With­out go­ing into the nitty gritty, I’ve been spend­ing wads of time in a house pop­u­lated solely by women. A mother and her two teenage daugh­ters, specif­i­cally. Now that I’ve seen co­hab­i­ta­tion with girl-women up close, I am re­minded of a colony of squab­bling fruit bats. One mo­ment there is shriek­ing and tears and door-slam­ming of such viril­ity I won­der if I’ll find bod­ies on the floor when I pluck up the courage to leave the room I’m cow­er­ing in. Ten min­utes later it’s all cud­dles and hair-brush­ing and “I love you, Mum”. Talk about har­row­ing. I def­i­nitely dodged a bul­let. ror­cuss@gmail.com

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